Well, unfortunately, RB Leipzig had already proved that they were not a team that Schalke could just dominate easily.
Somehow, their aggressive style, coupled with their young man who had almost infinite energy, managed to push Schalke to the brink, not giving the away team any chance to breathe at all.
Hell, the first ten minutes had become a hell itself for Schalke. After all, they couldn't contain possession for more than three passes before Leipzig's players were breathing down their necks, killing everything on the go.
So far, Schalke had only gained 24 percent of the possession, and while they were so used to not controlling the ball for too long, this was definitely over the top, as some players started to get frustrated.
"Fuck it, Morita! Do something!" Nabil cried in annoyance.
